Reidar's gaze followed the line of Torren's pointing finger. Torren pointed through a tangle of vines, where the undergrowth parted like a wound. They moved closer, and the shape slowly became a person. Then a flash of steel caught the light, a throwing dagger in a half-open hand. There, leaning against an oak, was someone.
"Lysa."
Lena vaulted from her mount before the wolf fully stopped. She crashed through the branches. Thorns snagged her cloak.
She stopped beside the woman's dead body, and she dropped to her knees in desperation. Reidar and the others followed her, but once they arrived, they understood there was nothing to be done.
Lysa's body was in ruins. Deep gashes marred her armor; most went straight through the leather to the flesh beneath.
